Into You (J.S.)
Synopsis: You and Johnny had been seeing each other for quite a while, you were friends first but it didn’t take long for the sex to follow. Now that Franklin is old enough to be talking, but still struggling with certain concepts, he gets the idea of you becoming his aunt stuck in his head. Tags/Warnings: Johnny/F!Reader, no y/n used, fwb to lovers, post-ff:fs, established relationship, Franklin is secretly a little match maker, silly, some explicit content, reader is basically family Word Count: 1703 Written for this request
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Franklin was potentially the coolest kid you’d ever met, which made sense considering who his family were. You’d become a friend of the family, rather than just Johnny’s friend, when you offered to babysit Franklin while they went off on a mission because you were already at their place anyway, and why wouldn’t you want to? You did well, and Sue was endlessly grateful to know they had someone they could trust to care for Franklin if ever that was needed. So, you became a little bit of an unofficial babysitter.
When villains cropped up, or Sue and Reed wanted to go out on a date night, you were the one asked to babysit, if you weren’t with Johnny, because of course they respected your own commitments. You weren’t the only babysitter, Johnny and Ben were both capable in their own right, and you shared the responsibility between the three of you, though you were designated babysitter when the four of them went off to do hero things. They saved New York, you saved Franklin from dirty nappies.
Watching him grow up was a privilege, and you’d quickly progressed from family friend to a member of the family. Everyone was aware that your relationship with Johnny had progressed from just friends to friends with a couple extra perks, but that never made them turn their nose up at you. If anything, they were glad to know Johnny was spending his time with someone they knew and trusted, and he wasn’t out fucking around with half of New York. This were good, were mostly quiet. It was nice.
You were there for a lot of Franklin’s firsts, making sure to capture everything on video to look back on the sweet memories. You were in the kitchen when Franklin shouted ‘mama’ for the first time, and were there to cheer him on with Sue to say it again to Reed when he emerged from the lab. Johnny was worshipping your body the moment Franklin took his first steps, and you couldn’t begrudge being interrupted to see his second steps, because the boy was so sweet.
When Franklin became old enough to understand the words he was saying and how to string them together, he quickly became a menace. He had his father’s brain and lack of filter, so was prone to observing and stating things that adults would leave unsaid. Like how Sue’s meatloaf was dry, and how Reed was prone to upsetting people. He’d done it many times, and you’d mostly escaped unscathed. Johnny called it aunt privileges just once, unfortunately in earshot of the kid.
“You’re my favourite aunt.” Franklin said one day, unprompted while the two of you were watching TV together. Ben perked up from the kitchen, but continued his cooking while he listened. “Well thank you sweetheart, but I’m not actually your aunt.” You said gently, brushing your fingers through his thin hair. “But uncle Johnny said so.” He retorted, and you supposed that wasn’t wrong. “You’re right, he did, but he didn’t mean it. Sometimes people like their friends so much that it’s like they’re family when they’re not - that’s me. I’m not really your aunt.” You patiently explained, watching as Franklin quietened as he processed the new information. Franklin had always been an advanced kid, so nobody made any sort of effort to hide things or dumb them down for him, if anything he sometimes became frustrated when that happened. When he said nothing after a full minute, you figured that was the end of the conversation, and turned your attention back to the cartoon on the TV. “How would you become my aunt?” He asked, startling you. “Oh, well, to become your aunt properly I’d have to marry your uncle Johnny,” you explained, “but you can still call me your aunt, I just know you like knowing things, and to be right.” You added. He nodded soundly, as if this all made sense, and made no further commentary.
The next time you visited the Baxter building, you found yourself in Johnny’s bed. As much as you loved the others, these days were your favourites, ones where you and Johnny could be in bed without disturbance, enjoying each other’s bodies and the feeling of skin on skin.
“Shit- right there Johnny!” You moaned loudly, glad that the others were all out so you could be as loud as you liked. “That’s it pretty girl, let me hear you.” Johnny encouraged as he panted, slamming into you the way he knew you liked. You’d had years to learn your way around each other’s bodies, getting to know just how to drive the other to orgasm with only a few movements. This was ultimately what had brought you into their little family, and you liked the dynamic. “I’m gonna cum-” you warned, voice high and breathy. Johnny chuckled against your skin, two fingers travelling down to play with your clit, and that suddenly brought your orgasm upon you with a near-scream. Just a few thrusts later Johnny came to the feeling of you clenching around him. It was as the two of you lay there in the afterglow, Johnny still inside you, that he dropped the bomb.
“Oh, Franklin made a demand before he left today.” He panted, face pressed against your neck. “He want some more of those brownies I made?” You asked with a fond smile, fingers tangling in Johnny’s hair. “Nah, he wants me to propose.” There was a moment of silence before both of you dissolved into loud laughter. Johnny pulled out then, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash. You made your way into the en-suite to clean up, a wet cloth to quickly wipe anything actively leaking, then turned on the shower. Once you were in and it was running hot, Johnny stepped in behind you.
“What made him say that?” You asked, leaning forward into Johnny’s chest, just enjoying the water on your bodies. “He really wants you to be his aunt.” Johnny replied, head slightly tilted and brow raised, as if he knew this was somehow your fault. “Ah, he took that to heart then. I told him the other day that technically I’m not his aunt, since I’m not married to you, but he can still call me that. He just likes to know the truth of things, you know?” Johnny chuckled and reached to grab the body wash and sponge to start helping you wash up. “Yeah I know. He’s a sweet kid, poor Sue and Reed were so confused when he said it. He did that thing where he thinks he’s whispering but he’s basically just talking at normal volume but breathy.” You hummed with a smile, more than aware of his habit of doing that. It was just one of his sweet “normal kid” habits amongst his highly advanced kid habits - like wanting physics books as a bedtime story.
“So, are you proposing or not?” You joked later as you were drying off. It was meant to be a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and lube, and then Johnny had eaten you out just to hear you moan and make you cum again. Johnny looked up from where he was moisturising his face with a brow raised and a mischievous smile on his face. “Oh? It’s my job is it?” He asked, leaning against the counter top, arms folded over his chest, emphasising the muscles in his arms. You took a second to stare, quite openly, before continuing the conversation. “Well, Franklin made the demand of you, not me.” You retorted with a shrug, tossing the towel you used aside, into a laundry hamper. HERBIE passed by with a few beeps, and handed something to Johnny. The both of you watched him go, bewildered, as he’d done so entirely unprompted.
When Johnny looked down, he doubled over, hands on his knees as he wheezed laughing. You padded over and took the hand with the hidden thing in, and found a single fizzy apple ring, one of the sweets Franklin was currently obsessed with. “He didn’t..” You whispered, already struggling to avoid laughing. “I think he did.” Johnny said, and then you joined him on the floor, laughing together. When you heard the elevator ping in the distance, you got up to dress and greet everyone on their return, and at the last minute Johnny reached out and slipped the candy ring onto your finger.
Franklin was elated when he saw you, and wriggled until Sue set him down, and let him eagerly stumble over to the two of you. Johnny scooped up his nephew and spun him around, grinning all the while. Sue looked at you with a raised brow, and you revealed the candy ring on your finger. Reed sighed, though fondly, and Ben shook his head as he passed through to head the kitchen. Nobody could wipe the smiles from their faces. “Now you can really be my aunt!” Franklin cheered, and you laughed, stepping up to kiss his cheek while Johnny got the other. Reed said something to HERBIE that you didn’t quite catch while Sue passed through to the kitchen to join Ben.
When music began to play, you and Johnny started swaying without Franklin without an ounce of hesitation, swaying around with him until Reed collected him to change him into some pyjamas. You kept dancing when Johnny wrapped his arms around you instead, and guided you around the room easily, large steps helping you cover most of the ground. Ben and Sue watched you curiously, while Reed kept an ear out for more developments.
“I’d do it you know.” Johnny said mid laughter. “Do what?” You asked, leaning back in his arms with a cackle, knowing he’d never let you fall. “Marry you.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Alright then.” You agreed with a shrug, gently kissing Johnny. If he was surprised by your answer, he didn’t show it, just lifted you up with arms wrapped around your thighs, and your hands gripped his shoulders to keep you steady.
At dinner, past the congratulations, nobody commented further. As if this had always been where you were headed. Maybe it was.
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